Lost and Found

Theta blinked dumbfoundedly at the fallen door for at least five seconds, not believing what he had just seen. He turned to Clara.

"How did, but, you, what? You...? How did it...?" he looked back and forth between her and the door, finger half raised. He sighed and flopped down onto his back "I give up"

Clara just shrugged and smiled. "When in doubt, throw stuff!" Ooh I should copyright that! Clara walked through the doorframe, hopping over the metal slab that was once a door. Her hands slid across the walls until she found the light switch. Turning it on, both she and the Doctor almost choked.

TARDIS's. 3 of them, with a red haze surrounding each one. Their chameleon circuits were obviously damaged like the Doctor's, as they were all British blue police boxes. The Doctor immediately pulled out his sonic screwdriver, only to realize it no longer worked. "Damn technology." he muttered and began inspecting the blue boxes. They stood in a grey room with a tiled floor.

Clara couldn't believe her eyes. She had only ever really seen the Doctor's, and now there were a total of 5 different ones she'd seen today.

Theta sat up from his place on the floor, just as surprised as the Doctor and Clara were. Well, maybe a little less surprised then Clara, but that was because he'd seen a bunch of TARDISes before.

"Why does someone need so many TARDISes?" he got his feet under him, and once he was up and standing, he walked into the room and past the Doctor and Clara, standing in front of one of the Blue Police Boxes. He reached for his sonic, but he let his hand drop half a second later, remembering that foreign technology got fried.

So as an alternative, Theta began inspecting the one he stood in front of, more specifically the red haze. It didn't look too solid, though Theta wasn't sure what it was. He might get shocked again, or maybe it would trigger some sort of trap. Cause like he had wondered before, why on Gallifrey (or Earth) would someone need that many TARDISes? A trap was the only thing he could think of. Knowing that his counterpart was about as 'poke things first and ask questions later' as he could be, Theta looked over at him from the corner of his eye.

"Don't touch the red stuff, I'm thinking it might trigger something. And if the Cybermen and Daleks are involved I doubt it'll be a pop-up birthday party"

Theta went back to looking at the red haze. What was it? Obviously it was some sort of technology similar to a force-field, though it lacked some of the solid-ness of that. And what sort of force-field was red? Unless you added colored photons to the electron mix it'd stay white, and no way would the Daleks and Cybermen have any interest in decorating their protection fields.

The Doctor rubbed his chin and tapped his foot in annoyance. Red haze...TARDIS's...why would they need... His face turned a pale grey suddenly and he swallowed, reaching out towards one of the ships. "They're literally sucking the life forces out of them. It's red because each one of them is barely hanging on. It's the built in warning mechanism, Theta." As his hand touched the crimson energy field, veins of the field turned bright red and throbbed from the point of impact. The Timelord's hand immediately shot back and he grimaced. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry girl. Didn't know that would hurt."

Clara was completely lost here, and the only thing she understood was that they were slowly and painfully draining the life out of the TARDIS's. She felt oddly sympathetic towards what she often viewed as an inanimate object, and stepped closer to the field. "They were trying to obtain Timelord energy, Vortex energy, and TARDIS energy. Basically a bunch of time-related energy. But for what?"